Vonda and Pyx stood in front of me, with their legs spread out, and their arms straight up.I ran my fingertips over their armpits, legs, and pussy. So...far, so good."Bend over and spread your cheeks."Instantly, they complied.Again, they were hairless."Very good, both of you."You may stand."My two slaves relaxed, and took their place at the table.After breakfast, I went online, and booked my airline reservations. I then worked on what I would say about Uncle Chet at his funeral.It was a Thursday,. I knew her divorce had taken a mental toll on her but I was serious with my compliment. She really did look good. She had natural golden blond hair that was shoulder length and, yes, I had confirmed she was a natural blond back in college, with sexy blue eyes. She wore a loose fitting blue blouse with matching shorts and open toed sandals that showed off her perfectly pedicure toes. She stood 5’8” with a skinny frame but had nice full breasts and a tight ass. She had taken good care of herself. His touch was exciting and his fingers were still damp, but her fear of what was about to take place kept her from full enjoyment of the magic in his hands.Obsequiously, she elevated her hips as he slid her panties down and she lifted each leg to slip out of her underwear.He tried to elevate her excitement with his touches, but she was too nervous to respond, even to his magical fingers. After a few moments, she turned her green eyes to meet his, grasped his shoulder and pulled him over her,. Dinner was quieter. Reality had shattered our idyllic cocoon and reminded me we had a real problem to deal with. It had had an even deeper impact. It had brought home how much affection I was developing for Bianca. I'd actually felt fear for her when I understood the situation. That fear was much deeper than just care. It had shaken me. It still did.In bed, I held Bianca slightly tighter and inhaled her scent deeper. Worry was a new feeling and an uncomfortable one.The sound of a toilet.